Private Tutoring

“Knock knock” Sasha said as she opened the door to Mr Riley’s office.

“Sasha, come in” Mr Riley responded in surprise. “What are you still doing at school? The final bell went 20 minutes ago”

Sasha walked into the office and closed the door behind her. She sat down in one of the two chairs that were in front of the desk, facing Mr Riley.

“I wanted to talk to you about my grades in English” Sasha responded, with her cheeks starting to turn red in embarrassment. “I know I’m failing, but, you see, the reason is, um, well, I ah, can’t focus, in um class ” she stammered, looking down at her lap.

“Why can’t you focus Sasha? Your previous year grades, and your grades in all your other classes are fantastic.” Mr Riley closed his laptop at this point, focusing all his attention on Sasha. “This is your last year of high school, if your English grades don’t pick up you may not be able to graduate”

“I know that. And my parents said that if my grades don’t improve then they will stop my dancing. I want to improve, but I don’t see how I can” Sasha replied into her lap, her eyes glistening on your verge of tears.

“What is the reason you can’t focus in my class? I don’t see you talking to anyone else. In fact from what I hear from other teachers you aren’t yourself in my class. They all say that you are bright, bubbly and participate all the time. In my class you are drawn in and quiet. Is it my teaching methods? Is someone in class bullying you?”

Sasha responded in a mumble.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Please look at me and speak clearly” Mr Riley said gently.

Sasha heaved a big sigh as she looked up at him. “I can’t focus because of you.”

“Can you please elaborate?”

“Because you are so damn hot and I spend the entire class imagining you with no clothes on” Sasha rushed out.

“Oh” was all Mr Riley could say in response, with a shocked look on his face. It seemed that now that Sasha had started she was unable to stop.

“I imagine your strong arms around me as you kiss me, as you pick me up and pin me down so I can’t move. I imagine you ripping my clothes off and caressing by boobs. I imagine you giving me so much pleasure I scream in ecstasy. I imagine the taste of your cock, I wonder at what noises you make, and the look on your face when I deep throat you and you cum in my mouth.”

At this point Sasha could see Mr Riley readjust himself and was suddenly full of confidence at the thought that she was turning him on.

“Have you ever wondered what my naked boobs look like Mr Riley?” As she said this, she leaned forward in the chair squashing her breasts together with her forearms.

“Um Sasha” Mr Riley said with a cough. “This isn’t appropriate. You are a 17 year old student and I am your teach…….”. He trailed off as Sasha started to bite her lip in a seductive way. He went to look away, but in his haste he wasn’t thinking and looked down at her breasts.

“You like them?” Sasha whispered, and Mr Riley could do nothing but nod.